Time To Matter, Time

Time, how does it matter? What matters is what it contains. How long does it take for the water 

to become rich in minerals? Water flowing gathering growing pushing pulling whistling to the wind. Take me to know me when down again blowing growing in gusts.

Glistening on rocks exasperating 

rising to gather

clouding judgment while piloting through our lives.

Moving matter

making it count

waiting it out 

watching without fear

without a doubt.

Within due time

That's what it's about.

Making it matter 

watching out for a show

shimmering mist glistens and glows In the sunlight. 

The moonlight  stars might know, they glow

and gather and panther paws pander.

Time dances on, growing grander.

Glorious shimmering lights shine down running past ocean waves.

Sand crystals shy away with each step supporting our growth, air reflecting our breath. 

Starlit night.

Sunlit day.

Warming, glowing, bouncing flowing on currents 

with issues, wish you my blissful best. 

Love makes time.

Time.

Time to matter.

Inspired by the interlude to Jeanette Winterson's Sexing The Cherry. A book with a solid New York Times Review printed on the front. "Sexing the Cherry Fuses history, fairy tale, and metafiction into a fruit...of a memorably startling flavor."-New York Times Book Review

The book does look interesting and when I opened it up I found this intriguing question:

The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present, and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time?

The very next line starts Matter, the thing most solid and well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be...  

Well, I won't tell you the rest of what it says because I was disappointed in that part. I prefer time to be some of the stuff that makes matter, matter. What's hours is ours to share.